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“What needs to stop? Mutant inequality? I agree!”
“I’m telling your mother.”
“If you do that I’ll kill you, I promise I will. I’ll break yo neck son.” she said snatching the phone from him. “Does it matter? Just gimmie.”
“That’s not funny, Lil,” he narrowed his eyes, holding out his hand. “Give it to me or I’ll run upstairs and tell her myself.”
She moved closer to him until she could feel his warmth surround her and rested her palms on his chest. Even since they had escaped that AMS facility, he was the only person that could make her feel safe at night. Rogue looked up at him with a smile. “Ah think she’d love that,” she said and her smile widened a little. “Ya know, if ya want your clothes stolen, you only had ta ask. You have a shirt Ah like.”
“That wasn’t an invitation, no,” he chuckled, running a hand through her hair. “But if it’s only one shirt then I guess I won’t mind too much.”
“Brotherhood and X-Men alliance-y things.”
“... This isn’t going to be another heart to heart, is it?”
“Oh, come on! I pinky swear it’s really important. I am happy for you, man, you know that. And if our roles were reversed, I’d do this tiny little thing for you. I only need to know who initiated things.”
“Then I guess you’re just gonna have to keep wonderin’, Razor.”
“You keep a microwave in a backyard? I’ve never heard of someone doing that before.”
“Yeah, why not? And no, it’s not out in the open. It’s under a roof.”
“But now I’m curious. Do you have a knack for asking strangers to heat up your coffee?”
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“I know I was previously busy with Riley’s case and I am sorry I had to neglect our other missions for the time being. Now that I got a little help from an ally with the case, I feel I ought to work on other things and I think that with the growing number of supporters, preventing the passage of the Registration Acts is our priority now. I have a plan and that means some tasks for everyone.”
“Finally,” he grinned, tilting his head. “What’s my task, Your Worship?”
“He is a bit dramatic, isn’t he?”
“A little bit, yeah,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “Congratulations, Professor.”
Nightmares. Trigger Warnings: mentions of blood and knives.
It’s the dream that wakes him. He can almost feel the scalpel tearing through his flesh. God, how it burns, the pain overwhelming every sense, taste, touch, sight, sound, smell. The dream is always changing, but there are two things that always stay the same: Rogue and the blade. This time, he’d been held in place by two men, standing in a dark, demented version of his bedroom. Rogue’s blood was pooling across the floor, reflecting the scene garishly, but her body was already gone. No words are spoken. The hand grasping the scalpel had been making a beeline towards John’s arm, finally sawing into his flesh, the blade turning slippery with his blood.
He shoots up from his bed, hand reaching up to press against the thick scar on his right arm. Sweat beads his chest, and his skin is clammy to the touch. Resting his elbows on his knees, John hunches over and bows his head, eyes shut tight as if to hold the dream in its place, compare it to the actual memory.
It’s fine.
I’m alright.
Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they’re not, they will be soon enough.”
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.
Ayn Rand (via psych-facts)
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You could still be, what you want to, What you said you were, when I met you.
“Find out if Elia likes me man, dig up some dirt, do some clue searchin’. Also….let me borrow your lighter.”
“Sure, I’ll text her about it,” John pulled out his phone. “How does ‘Lilith is asking me if you like her’ sound? Yeah, right. What do you want it for?”